Bill:
No, no, of course not. Of course you ain't, and you've helped us a lot. Good-bye. You'll say good-bye?
The Toff:
Oh, yes. Good-bye.
[Still reads paper. Exit Bill.]
[The Toff puts a revolver on the table beside him and goes on with his paper.]
Sniggers: [Out of breath.]
We've come back, Toffy.
The Toff:
So you have.